Miles’s neighbor is a studly ladysman… and a foot fetishist! Maybe Miles’s feet will be dainty enough that Patrick can get off on them, resulting in a hardcore explosion of man-on-man action!
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Patrick Tirian got in a lot of arguments with his many girlfriends. Miles heard all of it through the thin layer of plaster separating their apartments. It was like a soap opera that Miles couldn’t turn off. Part of his attraction to the story came from Patrick himself — he was ungodly arousing.
He was a tall man of Irish descent, with a trace of a Boston accent from his youth on the streets, though he had been living here in Providence for many years. He was square-jawed, broad-shouldered, thick-chested, trunk-thighed, covered in dense dark body hairs. He carried himself with a confident swagger.
It was obvious at a glance that he was unabashedly alpha, and he wasn’t monogamous, that was for sure. He had a retinue of slutty women who followed him around, not to mention several girlfriends that he juggled between. He was gone most nights, and he occasionally brought home girls who were good enough at sex to be worth cleaning up his bachelor pad for. But none of those serious relationships ever lasted very long.
That was the source of the constant fighting. Every few weeks some girl found out that Patrick was not monogamous, and never intended to be. Miles heard them all through the walls of the apartment building.
‘You think you’re some kinda playa, don’t you! You fuckin’ bastard!’
‘I ain’t nevuh tell you I was gonna be loyal, girl, I ain’t nevuh one time say that!’
‘You’re a real jerk! You’re a pervert too! You foot-loving asshole!’
Then he angrily shushed her. He called her a “stupid bitch”, but he said it as part of a low, rumbling hiss so those vitriolic words were the only parts Miles caught. Had he heard the term foot-loving correctly?
The more he thought about it, the more certain he was that the girl had said that Patrick was into feet. Miles had to smirk at the thought. He could picture Patrick’s big body licking some slut’s feet, and it made him laugh so hard he wondered if Patrick heard.
That was the end of that girl. She stormed out of there a few minutes later. She was stunningly gorgeous, in that ultra-slut way that made it clear she was going to be hideous by the time she was thirty. Miles watched her go, Patrick standing on the porch they shared wearing nothing but his boxer shorts.
When Patrick turned around to go back inside, he saw Miles looking at him. Patrick scowled and grabbed his crotch to conceal it, though he had the effect of outlining his cock, so he actually brought attention to it. He went back into his apartment, which was next door to Miles.
Over the next week, Patrick was not around that much. He spent time with his friends and fucked a black stripper named Rainbow, but he didn’t go on a date for the rest of the month. When he ran into Miles once and they talked, he implied that he wasn’t dating because he didn’t feel like it — he had a “lotta shit goin’ on right now”, he said.
But that wasn’t true. Miles could see it in his eyes. Patrick did not have a lot of shit going on. The only thing he had in his life was anonymous, tawdry sex, and he was in the midst of a dry spell.
On a Friday evening, Miles was startled by a knock at the door. Through the window, he saw Patrick there, looking chagrined, wearing the bright orange vest and dusty jeans of his job on a road crew.
“Hey,” Patrick said when Miles let him in.
“Hi, how you doin’?” Miles closed the door behind him, took a deep breath and tried not to look like a teenager with a crush.
Patrick grumbled like the answer was “bad” but he didn’t say anything. He just plopped down on the couch and sprawled out, legs spread so wide he took up the entire couch. A bulge was visible in his crotch through the cruddy jeans he had worn for days without washing, Miles was pretty sure, and the shirt he wore under his hi-vis vest was sweat-stained and unwashed as well. His face was reddish and dusty, dried sweat on his grizzled face. He hadn’t shaved in a few days and his eyes were deep-set, bloodshot and tired.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Miles had the feeling, for the first time, that he might be able to get a taste of Patrick’s meat. He clutched Patrick’s forearm and rubbed it supportively. His corded muscles tensed beneath Miles’s touch.
“I, uh… I ain’t been feelin’ good lately.” His deep voice rumbled. He avoided eye contact, and looked down at his workboot-clad feet
“Oh? You want some chicken soup? You poor baby…” Miles said. He moved his hand from Patrick’s forearm to his bicep, which he squeezed. It was so thick and hard it made Miles’s dick twitch in his pants. Patrick still avoided looking at him; he just stared at the ground, at his own feet. Miles’s feet were bare, but Patrick avoided looking at them as well.
“No,” he said. “I don’t want chicken soup.”
Miles shivered with desire as he felt Patrick’s forehead with the back of his hand. It felt cool, and he said as much. Patrick quaked and covered his face with his hands.
“Yo, uh…” He spoke through his fingers. “I ain’t got laid in a month.”
“Oh, that’s terrible. Your balls must be so swollen,” Miles said. He made a kissy face, hoping that Patrick would see it even through his covered eyes. Miles even pantomimed swallowing a fat dick, but he wasn’t sure if Patrick saw it.
He nodded. “That fuckin’ bitch!” He roared. His face was red, his jaw jutting forward. “She promised she wouldn’t tell no one, but she did. E’ryone in the state now knows I like feet.” He paused. He glared at Miles with a hostile glint in his eye. “You ain’t gonna laugh at me, right? I like feet. Fuck you, and I will fuck up any motherfucker who fuck wit’ me ‘bout it! I can beat any ass down and-” He stood up, his voice gradually getting more and more angry until he was red-faced and sputtering.
Miles shrank back in fear. He had heard Patrick get into screaming matches with his girlfriends, but he didn’t know that Patrick also had a more general temper problem. For a moment it seemed that Patrick was going to hit him, but then he didn’t.
“Relax, baby, I don’t judge people for what they’re into,” Miles said. “There’s nothing wrong with feet. That bitch shouldn’t have told people about it.”
“I know, right? Fuck that bitch. She wasn’t even that hot, and her pussy was weird-looking. Had labia like fuckin’ blackout curtains,” he said. He sniffled. It almost sounded like he was near tears and trying to hide it. His hands were fists, which he pounded on his meaty thighs. Since he hadn’t pushed back against Miles’s touch, Miles squeezed next to Patrick on the couch. There wasn’t much space, so Miles could stroke his bicep with one hand and his lower thigh with the other. Patrick either didn’t notice or didn’t care.
“Did she have pretty feet?”
“Yeah,” he said. His anger was gone, replaced by loneliness and regret. He sniffled again. His eyes wandered over to Miles’s feet.
“I know this fat Asian chick you can fuck in the ass,” Miles said. His friend Suzie was a huge slut, and Miles was sure she would let a big tough blue-collar stud like Patrick fuck her. Miles laughed at Patrick’s hopeful reaction. “This weekend. She’s visiting her mother this week.”
“How fat is she?”
“Not real fat. Just big enough,” Miles said.
He nodded. “Okay. Thanks.” He paused and took a deep breath. “I really need to blow a nut right now though.”
“Well, I only know one fat Asian slut,” Miles said. He hesitated. “Okay, technically I know two, but one of them only fucks with black guys.”
Patrick grumbled. “I, uh… I know you always checkin’ me out and shit.”
Miles blushed. He moved his hand from Patrick’s lower thigh to his upper. Miles felt the lower edge of his boxer shorts through his jeans. He rubbed the firm muscle of his thigh. “Well, you’re really hot, baby. I can’t avoid looking at that ass. It calls to me. It beckons me.”
Now it was Patrick’s turn to blush. He looked away and leaned back, aiming his face at the wall. He laughed awkwardly.
Is this working? Miles thought it maybe was. Patrick was behaving as though he thought Miles was going to jack him off. Miles grinned. Dry spells always get ’em.
“And uh… I mean… You like… You, like, like.. you jack men off? Right? With their dick, right?”
“I do. Have been known to..”
“Oh, well, uh…” Patrick’s voice trailed off.
“You want me to jack you off?”
“Kinda…” Patrick blushed. “You got feet like a girl.”
“I’m sorry, baby?”
“You got feet like a girl. Yo’ feet. They look like a girl’s,” Patrick said. “You know, like, small, and delicate and shit.”
“Oh. Oh! Oh…” Miles’s eyes opened wide. It was his turn to blush and laugh at himself awkwardly. “You want to, uh…?”
Patrick nodded.
Miles lifted himself onto Patrick’s lap, sitting on one of those massive thighs and leaning against the side of the couch. That put Miles’s feet on the couch next to Patrick.
“Oh god… I ain’t a pervert,” Patrick said. He smiled sickly as he pulled Miles’s socks off.
“I know, baby. You just like feet,” Miles said. One of his hands gently caressed Patrick’s cock through his clothes, while his other crept under the filthy orange safety vest he still wore. He fingered Patrick’s flat belly with a treasure trail of hair on it and slid his hand upward until he could massage Patrick’s powerful pecs.
Then Patrick grabbed Miles’s foot. He just held on with his giant sausage-like fingers, and Miles could feel Patrick’s dick jump to attention in his jeans.
“Aw, fuck, you got nice feet, boy,” Patrick said. He brought Miles’s left foot up closer to his head — and forced Miles to awkwardly curl up in a ball on Patrick’s lap with his feet in the air and his head wedged into the arm of the couch.
Then Patrick kissed the top of Miles’s foot. It was a long, slow kiss, and it was almost romantic, like he was about to propose to Miles’s foot. He had a very serious look on his face too. His big square jaw worked up and down his lips explored the width and breadth of Miles’s foot.
He kissed it again, more furiously this time. His tongue flickered out and touched the skin of Miles’s foot, making Patrick’s dick jump in his pants again. Patrick moaned, and Miles giggled ticklishly.
“Let me take this off, sweetheart,” Miles said as he took off that orange vest. He clucked his tongue. “You’re so dirty.”
“Yeah, it was a hot day. We’re buildin’ that new onramp on the highway, out by the Pickspring Mall, it’s gonna be good, got four lines, and the asphalt’s been laid, lookin’ nice, lookin’ nice. I been sweatin’ all day. You want me to take a shower?”
“No!” Miles blurted out. “I mean, no, sorry. No. That’s okay. You don’t have to. I mean… I think you’re great as-is.”
“You like me all sweaty?”
“I wouldn’t have you any other way,” Miles said.
Patrick beamed. “Most girls make me shower all the time. They say I’m too big and hairy to fuck unless I shower first, and they mostly make me shower after too. That last bitch made me shower like four times a day.”
“Quit talking about your exes, Patrick,” Miles said. He lifted Patrick’s tattered t-shirt over his head, and he inhaled deeply of the aroma.
“Okay, sorry,” Patrick said. He wrinkled his nose and sniffed at his own armpit. “You into that? Armpits? I ain’t know you was into that.”
“I didn’t know you were into feet either,” Miles said.
Patrick smiled and shrugged. “I guess we both learnin’ today,” he said. He flexed his pecs, which bounced beneath Miles’s fingertips. Miles rarely got to be with such a big, muscular man, so that made him moan and feel flush with desire.
Then Patrick lifted his ass up so Miles could pull down his pants, and his hard dick poked out of his boxer shorts. Miles got undressed as well. Patrick blanched a little at the sight of Miles’s cock and balls, but he focused on those delicate little feet.
Miles stepped onto the couch next to Patrick, who blushed and stared straight down at his feet, ignoring Miles’s erect dick. Miles raised his leg until his foot was right in front of Patrick’s face — Patrick was so much taller than Miles that it was an awkward position, even with Miles standing on the couch that Patrick sat on. Miles had to balance himself on one foot, while Patrick’s grizzled chin scratched at his smooth foot.
Then Patrick groaned and swallowed one of Miles’s toes. It disappeared into his mouth and past his lips, and Miles giggled again as ticklish feelings erupted in him and nearly made him fall down.
“If you lay down, baby,” Miles said. “I’ll jack you off if you suck on my toes.” That seemed like the most sensible position to Miles, but Patrick ignored his offer.
Patrick looked up at him without taking Miles’s toes out of his mouth. He sucked as though he was trying to suck the toenails right off him. Aiming his eyes at Miles, who was still awkwardly standing on one foot, Patrick couldn’t help but see Miles’s dick as well, and this time, he didn’t look away.
He did move off Miles’s toes though. He started to lick the surface of Miles’s foot, first the upper side and then the ultra-sensitive lower side, which made Miles giggle again.
Miles tried to hide his giggles at first, because he thought Patrick might think he was teasing him or being dismissive. But Miles couldn’t help how ticklish he was, and it soon became apparent that Patrick loved hearing Miles’s girlish laughter.
His kisses and his tongue explored up the back side of Miles’s foot to his ankle. Miles was glad he had shaved his legs recently, because if he hadn’t Patrick would have probably found that a major turnoff. Instead Patrick’s grizzled chin moved up Miles’s ankle as he licked.
Miles assumed that that would be it and that Patrick would lay down on his back. He seemed to be getting ready to stretch out like that, and then they could sixty-nine with Patrick sucking his toes instead of his cock. That would be ideal, as far as Miles was concerned.
But that wasn’t what Patrick did. He kept sucking and licking his way up Miles’s thigh.
“You smell like girl lotion,” Patrick murmured. He inhaled deeply, a loud, moist sniffing sound. He kissed Miles’s thighs.
Then without a word of warning, Patrick swallowed Miles’s dick to the root. He let it pop right into his mouth, while his massive fingers massaged Miles’s delicate feet. Patrick was a big man with a big mouth and a big throat, and he got all the way down in one msooth motion. Miles’s dick slapped on his chin.
Miles gasped. “Oh, god, Patrick…” He thought he should say something else, something about how he wouldn’t judge Patrick for jerking him off, wouldn’t call him a pervert or tell anyone about this. But the pleasure that rocketed through his body was too intense for that.
His dick throbbed and leaked precum. The salty, sour flavor coated Patrick’s tongue, and he gulped it down. It tasted just like pussyjuice, so it was easy for him to do.
In truth, all Patrick thought about — sexually speaking — was feet. He didn’t care what girls looked like; all he cared about were those delicate little girl feet. So when he massaged Miles’s feet, he didn’t even think about whether or not he was going to handle some cock. If he had been with a girl, he would have alternated between licking her pussy and licking her feet, and this didn’t really seem much different to him.
He nuzzled his nose deep in Miles’s crotch, that fleshy manhood filling up his throat and pulsating inside him. It tasted like girlflesh and a little of the musty flavor of feet. It almost felt like an especially massive toe in his mouth, and, when that sensation was combined with the feminine groans escaping from Miles’s mouth, Patrick could almost pretend he was with a woman.
“You taste so good…” Patrick said. His voice was weak and wavery as though he was on the verge of tears. He pulled away from Miles’s dick and lowered his head. He dropped to the floor and kissed Miles’s feet.
Miles stood there on the couch, dick dripping and spasming as Patrick licked every inch of his feet. Patrick’s plump, hairy ass beckoned
If Miles had given it any thought, he wouldn’t have done anything else — getting jacked off was one thing, but a macho man like Patrick wasn’t going to take it in the ass. That much was clear.
But Miles wasn’t thinking about that. He just got down on the couch, laying on his back. Patrick didn’t tear his face away from Miles’s feet the entire time. He slathered spit all over their smooth flesh, and it dripped down onto the couch cushion beneath him.
Patrick didn’t need to ask what to do next. It was obvious what Miles wanted, and all Patrick focused on was the earthy yet clean, petrichorian flavor of Miles’s feet. He returned to sucking on those toes as he climbed up onto the couch himself. He was so huge the couch springs wheezed.
But the couch managed to support them both. Miles took a deep breath while Patrick’s gigantic body lowered, all two-hundred-and-fifty pounds of him landing on Miles’s dick. Six and a half feet of hairy muscle quivered when the tip of Miles’s cock poked into his ass.
Patrick threw his head back and moaned so loud it made Miles shudder. Patrick sat in a reverse-cowgirl position, so he lowered his ass onto Miles’s dick while facing Miles’s feet. That gave him the perfect position to massage Miles’s toes, and once he could concentrate with a cock in his ass, he’d be able to lean forward and suck on them as well.
But he couldn’t do that yet. His tight ass ached. Miles managed to reach a tube of lube he kept in the nightstand near the couch, and he squeezed some out onto his cock. That helped a lot, and several inches of his rod slipped into Patrick’s ass.
“Aw, fuck…” Patrick’s deep voice boomed and resonated in Miles’s living room. Patrick almost sounded surprised, like he only realized as the last little bit of Miles’s dick entered him that he was being penetrated at all.
For a minute or so, neither of them moved. Miles didn’t move because he was essentially pinned — Patrick mainly supported himself, but enough of his weight was on Miles’s crotch that all Miles could do was lay there. He could barely sway his hips. Patrick didn’t move because the pain and bliss combined in his ass to make such a powerful sensation that he couldn’t bear it. He just closed his eyes and groaned, callused fingers massaging Miles’s smooth feet.
Another hair-raising, muscle-cringing moan escaped from Patrick’s lips, the sound so crooning and awe-inspiring that it seemed like it actually escaped from his mouth as though it had had to break free. It was a deep, rumbling sound that Miles could both hear and feel in the vibrations of Patrick’s guts, squeezing around Miles’s cock.
That triggered Patrick to move into action. He bent forward so he could curl his head down and suck on Miles’s feet. Patrick was so tall it was still a difficult position for him, he had to really curl up tightly, and even then he could do little more than tantalizingly tease himself with Miles’s toes.
It seemed to be enough for Patrick though, and he used one hand to jack himself off while the other massaged Miles’s foot. His new position meant he wasn’t pressing down with quite so much weight on Miles’s crotch, so Miles could start moving his hips and plowing him.
That lasted for what felt like forever at the time, but in retrospect seemed to only be a few seconds. Miles worked his dick in and out, slowly at first, then more passionately. When Patrick didn’t show any signs of pain, Miles slammed his crotch upwards, ramming it into Patrick’s tight ass while Miles massaged his meaty ass and his muscular back. Waves of pleasure wracked the bodies of both men.
Patrick’s orgasm was palpable through his asshole, which clenched around Miles’s dick. Patrick gasped, snorted and roared. Miles’s whole body twitched as Patrick’s muscles turned to stone beneath his grasp.
The smell of cum filled the air before Miles felt it land on his foot. Patrick lifted his head up and shot his wad all over Miles’s right foot, and he smiled as he watched it drip into the crevices between his toes. Patrick moaned loudly, his chest and face turning bright red from pain, pleasure, humiliation and pride all at once.
Miles reached orgasm as well. He lifted his head up, doing an awkward, difficult sit-up, and smashed his face into the sweaty meat of Patrick’s lower back. He licked at the salty flesh while his body erupted in uncontrolled bliss. He groaned as well, and cum poured forth into Patrick’s ass.
As Miles spasmed and orgasmed inside him, Patrick barely noticed. He was focused on the sight of Miles’s beautiful pinkish feet glistening with cum. He had never been brave enough to tell a girl he wanted to do cum on their feet and then lick it up, but he felt so comfortable right now he did it without a second thought..
He just did it, and the taste was everything he hoped it’d be. He lifted up Miles’s cummy foot and licked it clean. He sucked off every drop of his own salty, creamy cum, letting it coat his tongue and drip down his throat. The hot, slightly sour flavor flooded his tongue.
He sighed as Miles finished spraying his own load inside him. Patrick moaned and felt that warm glow suffuse to every corner of his body. His tension and his anxiety disappeared. For a moment that could have lasted forever, Patrick was perfectly content. He forgot about his need for a girl. He forgot about everything but the salty foot whose flavor filled his mouth and the intense sensations roiling deep within his ass.
All at once, it was done. Patrick slid right off and curled up on the couch. He was so big he took up the entire space. He quaked and trembled. Miles sat up and gave him as much room as he needed.
“There, there, baby,” Miles said. “I hope you feel better. Let me take care of you.” He grabbed some wetnaps from the nightstand and cleaned off Patrick’s ass, as well as both cocks and Miles’s feet.
“Thanks,” Patrick said.
“You’re welcome,” Miles said. “Anytime you have another dry spell, Patrick, you just come see me. I’ll take care of you. Me and these feet you love so much.”
Patrick sniffed them, wrapped his face into Miles’s thin ankles and closed his eyes. He fell asleep there, nose pressed into Miles’s foot, while Miles drifted off to sleep as well, leaning against Patrick’s mountainous body and savoring the feel of his muscle.
This evening, Miles thought, had turned out better than he ever hoped.